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Subject: {ASSM} The Kimberwillow Clinic - Volume 2 (F/M, some F/F)
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The Kimberwillow Clinic - Volume 2 (F/M, some F/F)

Part 1 - The Plan and A Surprise

I did a lot of thinking about things after my first weekend with
Crystal.  She had entered into my life in a significant way and I had
to sort out my emotions and feelings.  I cared for her deeply and at
the same time didn't want the relationship to head for a dead end due
to drifting apart.  I wanted to be sure that we both could get enough
out of the relationship to stick with it.  And then there was the
matter of Crystal's employment situation.  I mulled over several ideas
before deciding to present her with some of them.  Crystal was in no
position to be the founder of her own clinic, and would no doubt be
bored if she went to work for a different clinic.

I asked her to come over the following weekend to discuss my
suggestions.  She was delighted, and further asked if she could
satisfy her "itch" which was a reference to her desire to administer
discipline to me.  Discipline from Crystal was always severe.  The
emotional rewards, however, were substantial.

When I asked Crystal who was the founder of Kimberwillow Clinic, she
said that she had tried to find out, and was not able to, due to the
woman's apparent reclusiveness.  I remarked that whoever it was had a
brilliant stroke of genius, and it was not clear how she could keep
her finger on the pulse, so to speak, of the clinic while being so
reclusive.  For all practical purposes, Lynn ran the clinic, but
insisted that she was not the founder and was not at liberty to
disclose any more than that.

When Crystal came over on Saturday afternoon, she couldn't wait to get
started "satisfying her itch", so I agreed to serve her in that way.

She adopted a stern expression and said that she wanted to see if I
had made any improvement in the way I take discipline, and told me to
get completely undressed and lie face down on the bed.  I concluded
that Crystal would be administering a strapping.  She removed the belt
from her shorts.  Her shorts fell to the floor and she slipped off her
panties.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked me.

"I'm doing this for you, Crystal," I replied.

"Are you going through this willingly?"

"Yes, Crystal," I answered, feeling considerable affection for her and
at the same time wishing she would go ahead and start.

I dug my fingernails into the bed sheets as she started to leather my
bared bottom with the doubled-up belt, and I wanted desperately to
please her by being as still and as quiet as possible.

Crystal carried on the strapping of my bared bottom relentlessly,
varying the timing of the swipes to prevent my anticipating them.
After a while of enduring the strap, I began to squirm with each
stroke, and my raucously whispered exclamations gave way to being
voiced.  The strapping continued interminably, and I pounded my fists
on the bed in my effort to stay in position.

"I'd better quit now," she admitted.  "You did good, my pet.  Over on
your back now."

She straddled my face and I hungrily applied my mouth to her creamy
womanhood.  She had been so aroused from strapping me that she
climaxed within a minute.  We rolled over and I planted my mouth on
hers; she opened her legs and I easily entered her.  Her muffled
"mmmf!" sounds, and the excited look in her wide eyes ensured a
plentiful ejaculation from me.

"I love the way you come," she said with a bright smile after we
caught our breath.  She slowly withdrew me from her, and smeared the
mixture of our juices around her pubic area with her hands.

"Okay, tell me about your ideas," she said.  While we were in bed I
told her of the various options I thought she could pursue, and what
the advantages and drawbacks were.  Of the plans that I presented to
Crystal, the one I thought most likely to succeed involved some women
that she knew.

"I think you should talk to Lynn about it," I mentioned, "but don't
tell her everything all at once.  I'd like a chance to try to sell her
on the idea too."

"You're probably right," she said.  "I'll see if she can come over
here to talk to us privately."

Crystal made arrangements with Lynn to come over Tuesday after dinner.

Tuesday arrived and Crystal came over well before dinner and talked me
into letting her give me a severe caning.  I kicked and squirmed as
she harshly striated my bared bottom.  Subsequent to the caning I
worked on her womanhood with my mouth and gave her two orgasms.  We
did not have time for further play before it was time to have
something to eat and get ready for Lynn's visit.

At 7:30 that evening I answered the door to find that Lynn and Carina
were there.

"I brought Carina along to take notes," Lynn stated.

Crystal began with a narration of some ways to increase the number of
appointments made at Kimberwillow, and expounded on how the creation
of a new position, to be filled by herself, would benefit the clinic.
Following her talk, I added my input on why I thought Crystal would be
good.

One of the ideas was for the clinic to accommodate script sessions -
the client would furnish, in advance, a sort of script for the
arrangement of a session, and the staff would sign up for it.
"Crystal, didn't you mention that this has happened infrequently at
the clinic?"

"Yes," she said. "There was this one time that this guy wanted a
reform school setting.  He wanted to be brought to the discipline
room, tied down to the punishment box, have his bare bottom exposed,
and be given a hundred strokes of the 'prison strap' as he called it.
My role was to be the maid who tied him down, bared his bottom, and
stood in front of him to count the strokes.  He was pretty particular
about the setting and the formality and all that. Rachel administered
that time, and she had a razor strap.  She sure did swing that strap
hard.  It made a loud snapping sound every time it hit.  Anyway,
that's how it went."

I looked over to Lynn and asked her what she thought of the plan.
Lynn asked to see Carina's notes, and after a moment of scanning the
notes, said, "I have a little surprise for you - and Rick.  But first,
the information I'm going to tell you is strictly confidential, and
each of you must commit to secrecy..."

After Crystal and I both gave our assurances, Lynn continued, "Carina
has been mostly staffing the reception desk and performing the
screenings, and occasionally participating in sessions.  I'd like you
to know that she is actually the founder of the clinic.  By acting in
the role that she does, she knows what is happening on a day-to-day
level.  It was - is - her desire that I appear to be the one more or
less 'in charge of things', and as far as the other staff is
concerned, I will continue to act the part."

Carina smiled slightly as Crystal and I showed our surprise at the
news.

Lynn continued, "Now I imagine that she should be the one to tell you
what she thinks."

"You both have some good ideas," Carina began, "and I've been
considering a few things like that off and on lately.  I like the idea
of offering some pre-arranged scripts on the menu, and also some other
flavors of sessions.  I also need someone to fill in for me at the
reception desk when I want to take some time off.  Lynn is fairly busy
with sessions, so she can only do that part of the time.  I'll work up
a job description in the next few days and get back to you, Crystal.
Remember that what you know about me is not to be shared with any of
the other staff."

"In fact," Carina continued, "the effectiveness of your position will
be dependent on the appearance of your not getting official
recognition for much that you'll do.  For example - you'll design some
sessions, and Lynn will incorporate them into the goings-on at the
clinic.  You must be pretty much ego-less.  You will get recognition
from me - it just won't be public.  Can you do that?"

Crystal paused to absorb all the implications of Carina's
announcement, then said, "Yes, Carina - I mean yes ma'am!"

Crystal blushed as Lynn and Carina both laughed good-naturedly at her
selection of words.

"Always simply call me Carina, except perhaps around other clients -
then you can call me 'Nurse Carina'.  Now, I notice that you like to
be the dominant one in your personal relationships.  Generally,
everyone who is submissive has a dominant side, and those who are
dominant are in fact submissive to somebody.  I'd like to see for
myself your willingness to be submissive.  Lynn, the show is all
yours."

Part 2 - The Two-Way Street

Lynn thought for a moment, then directed Crystal to strip completely
except for her shoes.  Crystal blushed again while removing her
clothes; she appeared a little uncomfortable doing that, but also
appeared determined to comply.

"Crystal, I'd like you to open some red wine, and pour three glasses,
and serve them to us."

When we had been served the wine by my naked lover, Lynn further
directed, "Please be seated in that chair, and place your hands behind
your head."  When Crystal had done as ordered, Lynn said, "Now I want
you to open your legs as wide as you can."

Crystal blushed, more from indignation than from embarrassment, and
meekly complied.  We all watched as she spread her knees.  "Very
good," Lynn pronounced, "Please stay like that while we enjoy our
libation."

Lynn, Carina and I sipped our wine. I could not resist frequent
glances at Crystal's very beautiful pubic area, and I could almost
feel the heat from her blushing cheeks.  When we were finished with
the wine, Lynn directed Crystal to take the glasses back to the
kitchen and return.

Lynn continued Crystal's journey into submission.  "I'd like for you
to be completely submissive to Rick tonight.  Tomorrow, I want you to
describe to me in detail how he dominated you, and what your reactions
were to your submissiveness.  I want to hear all that when you come
over tomorrow night."

I looked questioningly at Crystal, then at Lynn.

"You didn't tell him?" queried Lynn.

Crystal stammered, "Um, I was going to..."

"No, you weren't!  If you haven't told him by now, you didn't really
plan to.  Rick, I think she deserves a good spanking for that.  I want
her to tell me that you gave it to her good...  If you're too easy on
her, I'll use my birch on YOU.  Well, Carina, I think we should be
going so that these two can have some 'fun'."

The following evening, Lynn and Crystal had finished a light dinner at
Lynn's place.  Lynn kicked off her shoes, reclined on the sofa, and
motioned for Crystal to join her there.

"Lynn, remember you said that dominant and submissive people are the
opposite way in other settings - who are you submissive to?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Carina?"

"That's right."

"Does Carina give you discipline?"

"Now and then she does," Lynn replied.  "She really warms my bottom
good.  Now tell me about last night."

"Well, Rick had me put on a maid uniform - basically just the top and
skirt, without panties or anything, and had me stand there while he
checked me out.  Then he kissed me and said he loved me and that we'd
both learn something from this.  And then he said it was time for my
spanking.  Told me to bring the hairbrush.  I went across his lap - I
was still dressed in the maid outfit - and he used the hairbrush on me
- God, that hurt like hell!  He just kept paddling and I begged him to
stop - I hate doing that!  When he finished, we went into the bedroom
and - Oh! That feels good, Lynn! Mmmmm!

"Anyway, he had me get on the bed and told me to put my arms over my
head and hold on to the headboard and not let go.  Then he put a
blindfold on me so I couldn't see. He had me spread my legs and bend
my knees and I felt like a street slut just asking for it.  Mmmmf! Oh
God, Lynn, I love your kisses! Mmmm!

"So there I am in this little maid's uniform, blindfolded, in a slutty
position, and I realized that I was turned on.  He raised my skirt to
expose me and stuck a finger in me down there, wiggled it a few times
and then took it out and put it in my mouth and told me to suck on it.
He did this a few times and I got hotter and hotter.  I heard him take
off his clothes and he got on the bed and - Lynnnnn! I'm trying to
tell you - mmmmm! Okay now...   So then he goes inside me and fucks me
for a while, and then pulls out and has me suck on his thing.  God, I
almost gagged on it!  Anyway, he did that again, and fucked me some
more and then shot his load.  He pulled out again and had me suck him
clean again.  Ahhh! Lynn, that feels so good...

"A little while later, he turned me over and spanked me with his hand.
I carried on like a foolish brat.  It embarrassed me so - Ahhhh! Come
here, you... mmmmm... ummmmm... Oh God, Lynn! Ahhh!  Ahhhh! Let's go
to the bedroom!"

Part 3 - The Erectile Clinic

Carina got in touch with Crystal a few days later and formally offered
her a position at Kimberwillow, as a receptionist and "assistant to
Lynn".  Lynn announced at a staff meeting that Crystal was returning
and would be filling in as receptionist since Carina would be taking
some time off regularly for "personal reasons."  She also announced
that Carina would be training Crystal in the administration of the
screenings, and that Crystal had other unspecified duties.  Crystal
would occasionally participate in sessions, but would not be a
"regular" in that regard.  She also described some new types of
sessions that she added to Kimberwillow's menu, and hinted that there
would be more.

I was asked by Carina (through Crystal) to be the first one to undergo
the new sessions as a client.  Crystal arranged my next appointment as
if I had called in and requested it.  All that she told me is that it
involved discipline and colonic irrigation, with an interesting
approach that set it apart from the other sessions.

Although Crystal and I were lovers, we had agreed that I would
continue to have sessions at Kimberwillow, with the understanding that
I would describe in detail to her later - usually during sex play -
what had happened in those sessions.  Also we were to keep any
indication of our personal involvement with each other unknown to the
other staff.

When I arrived at the clinic for my appointment, Crystal took me to an
ordinary examination type of room.  Instead of an examination table,
however, there was a double bed.

"Take all your clothes off and wait for the first one - Rachel," she
said.  "In this session, you'll get your spankings first, and the
enemas later - saving the best for last."

Five minutes later, Rachel entered the room and looked me up and down.
"Stand in the center of the room here, Rick," she directed.  "That's
it - oh, I see you're rising to the occasion.  Hands out of the way -
up behind your head.  Yes, like that.  Now keep them there."

She fetched a paddle, stood to my side, and gave me several hard
swats.  Naturally, my boner subsided as my attention was directed to
the urgent sensations of the paddling.

With her other hand she grasped my member and started manipulating me.
Her expert use of her hand had an immediate effect, and I was firm in
no time.

"Oh, you are such a nasty boy," she whispered.  "I must punish you for
those nasty thoughts of yours!"

She kept one hand on my equipment while she wielded the paddle.


Wham! 

"Ahhh!"

Wham!

"Owwww!"

Wham!

"Ahhhhh!"

Wham!

"Oh!"

"You know what, Rick?" she teased.  "I'm nasty, just like you.  I'm a
nasty girl, and I think nasty thoughts ALL (Wham!)  DAY (Wham!) LONG.
(Wham!)  Except that I'm the one who punishes YOU for your nasty
thoughts.  You must like these nasty things that I'm doing with my
hand - it makes you hard, and I've got to punish you."

She kept on like that, getting me hard with her fondling and her nasty
talk, and giving me swats until I subsided.

"Stay just like that, Rick.  I'm going to go get Becky."

A couple of minutes later Rachel returned with a staff member I had
not seen before.  She was about five-six in height, had straight
platinum-blonde hair down to her shoulders, a delectable smile
accentuated by a modest overbite, and a rather low yet squeaky voice.

"Well, you did work him over with the paddle," Becky noted. "His
butt's nice and red.  I think he should have the strap, don't you
think, Nurse Rachel?"

Rachel stated that the strap was an excellent idea, and retrieved a
two-tailed tawse from the cupboard.

"Oh, look, Rachel," Becky added a moment later. "You're right, he IS a
nasty boy.  That flagpole is sticking straight out. I bet he's
thinking of what he'd like to do with me - or maybe to me."

Rachel delivered ten biting swipes of the tawse and my boner went to
about half erect.

Becky put a blob of lotion in her hand and lightly stroked my
testicles and my hardening member, rubbing the lotion into my
throbbing erection.

"Ooh, I'll bet you'd like to squirt on my legs and watch me rub it in,
wouldn't you?  You'd like it better if you could spurt in my mouth,
wouldn't you?"  She blatantly puckered her lips and brought her mouth
close to the tip of my boner.

"I think this nasty boy needs more punishment for those oh-so-nasty
thoughts of his!"

Becky did not move as Rachel delivered about fifteen hard swats of the
tawse.  I could not keep from exclaiming during that set.

"Give him another twenty or so for good measure," Becky advised, her
hands still manipulating me.  She kept on with the manipulation as
Rachel ferociously swung the strap for the suggested dose, and then
left the room.

"Time for your enemas, Rick," Becky squeaked.  Get on the bed, on your
back, and I'll prepare a nice, warm, soapy enema."

I saw Becky fill a three-quart bag with warm soapy solution and attach
a balloon catheter nozzle.  She drained the air from the tubing and
set up the bag on a metal stand.  After she placed a generous blob of
lubricant on the tip, she inserted the nozzle and inflated the two
cuffs for retention.

Becky sensuously massaged my testicles, and when my erection was
pointing straight up, she started the flow, saying, "It's okay to cum
anytime, Don't worry about where you squirt."

She kept the flow going until my boner subsided about halfway.  When
she stopped the flow, she resumed the sensuous touching around my
groin area.  She did not, however, touch my throbbing member, in spite
of my wiggling about and trying to get her to handle it.  When I had
been hard for about two minutes, she resumed the flow until the
discomfort caused my erection to subside.  

Becky repeated alternately arousing and injecting more enema into me,
until the bag was empty.  I was desperate for ejaculatory relief, but
she would not touch my member at all.  A moment after the bag emptied,
she stripped completely and climbed on the bed.  Laying on her side,
she began to nuzzle and kiss me, putting as much of her body in
contact with mine as possible without putting any weight on my full
and distended innards.

The discomfort from the enema turned into a sensuous feeling of
fullness, and the pressure inside me became arousing in itself,
especially around and against my prostate.  My boner was pointing
straight up and throbbing as Becky kept up the nibbling, kissing and
rubbing on my erogenous areas.

She rolled over on top of me, keeping her weight off my distended
midsection, and pressed her lips firmly on mine, rather aggressively
kissing me. Then she whispered hoarsely, "Rick, you know what I really
want to do? I want for you to cum on my body.  Then you can massage it
into my skin."  Then she grasped my nuts with one hand and began
manipulating them.  That was all it took, and I experienced an
immensely powerful orgasm. When I started to spurt, she pointed my
pulsing member so that I squirted all over her legs. Streaks of hot
semen shot out from me as I bucked my hips and moaned incoherently.

After a moment I told Becky that I really had to get rid of the enema,
and she deflated the cuffs and let me up.  We showered together
afterward, and I told her that the session was truly unforgettable.

Part 4 - The Correctional Clinic

Crystal signed me up for another new flavor of session at
Kimberwillow, this one called the Double Judicial Session.  She told
me only that it is severe, there would be role-playing, and that some
of the experience would be different from the usual fare at the
clinic.

Crystal smiled as she made a couple of calls when I came to
Kimberwillow for the appointment.  She led me down the hall, keyed the
door open and stayed out and locked the door when I entered.  I was
surprised to see Gloria and Rachel there, and Rachel was nude!

"You both are going to get enemas before your corporal punishment,"
Gloria stated.  "Take off all your clothes, Rick, and quickly."

When my clothes were off, Gloria had me lie face-up on the examination
table.  Then she told Rachel to get up on the table too, and lie face
up, with her head at the end of the table where my feet were.  Rachel
was told to position herself so that she was between my legs, with her
bottom about twelve inches from mine.  Her legs were alongside my
torso, and, of course, I was rapidly becoming erect.  Gloria hung a
large, full enema bag on a metal stand.  There was a "Y" adapter after
the shutoff clip, allowing the bag to feed two nozzles.  Gloria
lubricated them and inserted a nozzle into Rachel, and then into me.

"I'm going to start the enema now," Gloria stated.  "You both will get
solution at the same time.  I have been instructed to make a note of
each time that I have to shut off the flow - the punishment for both
of you will be increased each time I have to do that.  Here it comes
now!"  I grasped Rachel's legs just below the knee, then heard a click
and immediately felt the warm soapy enema rushing into me.

"Uhhhh," Rachel exclaimed after a moment.

"Aughhh!" I added, and tightened my grip on Rachel's legs.

I was quickly filling up and Rachel shouted, "OH! Please! Stop for a
minute, please!"

Gloria shut off the flow and looked at her watch.  "Thirty seconds,
and I start again."

Rachel panted with relief, and quieted down.  Gloria resumed the flow
and the solution rushed into us again.

Rachel panted aloud, punctuating each breath with "Oh!"  She became
more vocal as the volume of soapy water filled us up, "Oh God" she
exclaimed after a very short while.  "Oh! I can't! Stop, Gloria,
Stop!"

Precious relief was ours when Gloria clicked the valve shut.  I
stroked Rachel's legs as we waited for the thirty seconds to pass.

Click!  The flow resumed and Rachel panted, "I hope I can take the
rest of it. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Uhhhhhh!" I groaned, and squeezed my grip on her legs.

"Isn't that damn bag empty yet?!" Rachel shouted between her panting
exclamations.  The water continued to push mercilessly in.  After what
seemed a long while, Rachel pleaded, "No more! Stop!"

Gloria stopped and commented, "Too bad you couldn't take about ten
more seconds - it would all be in then."

After another thirty seconds Gloria drained the enema bag into us, and
then let us up to get rid of the water.  Approximately twenty five
minutes later we were empty of the soapy solution.

Gloria placed wrist cuffs on Rachel and me, and lowered a metal bar
from the ceiling .  She attached my wrist cuffs to the bar first.
Then she produced some platform high heels for Rachel to step into so
that we were more evenly matched in height, and, with Rachel facing
me, secured her wrist cuffs to the same bar.

"Get close together, you two! I want you in contact, front to front,"
Gloria ordered.  She raised the bar so that our arms were above our
heads.  Just before she bound us together at the waist, she tucked my
raging erection upwards and nestled it between Rachel's belly and
mine.

Gloria tightened a binding strap around our upper body area, and
Rachel and I were forehead to forehead.  She opened the door and Lynn,
Raven, and Becky entered.  

Raven, holding a clipboard, asked Gloria, "How many times did you stop
the enema?"

"Three times, ma'am."

Addressing Rachel and me, Raven announced, in a commanding tone, "For
your misdeeds, you will each receive twenty five strokes of the
two-tailed leather tawse, followed by six strokes of the
straight-handled rattan cane.  Because Nurse Gloria stopped your enema
three times, you will each receive an additional twelve strokes of the
straight-handled rattan cane.  Lynn and Becky, please pick up pair of
dice and roll them.  The one with the higher score will administer to
Rick, and the other will administer to Rachel."

Becky said she got ten, and Lynn got eight.

"The instruments of correction are on the counter," Raven continued.
"Becky, Lynn, each of you please avail yourselves of a leather tawse
and take your positions.  Nurse Gloria, please count the strokes
aloud."

A moment later: "Becky and Lynn, are you ready?"

"Yes Ma'am," they mumbled in unison.

"When Nurse Gloria has counted, you may administer the next stroke.
Please begin."

Whap-Whap!

"One!"

Whap-Whap!

"Two!"

It was obvious to me that each of the ladies delivering the strap was
doing so with incredible energy.

Whap-Whap!

"Three!"

Rachel's eyes opened wide and her breathing quickened.  She did not
cry out yet, and if the heat I felt on my bottom was any indication of
what she was feeling, it would not be long before each of us would
vocalize out plight.  And we still had a caning to look forward to!

Whap-Whap!

"Four!"

Whap-Whap!

"Five!"

Rachel's lips were trembling.  Every time the strap hit her, I felt
some of its energy in my penis which was tucked in between us above
our pubic areas.

Whap-Whap!

"Six!"

Whap-Whap!

"Seven!"

"Ahh!," Rachel yelled as a muted "Uhhh!" escaped from me.

In spite of the pain, the sensation of Rachel's skin against mine and
the close proximity of our faces kept my boner erect.  She began to
thrust her pelvis into mine with each stroke, and I frequently heard
the clop-clop of her platform high-heels as she kicked her legs.  By
the time the count reached fourteen, she was freely yelling each time
the tawse kissed her bared bottom.  For my part, I was emitting a
raucous exclamation.  When the count exceeded twenty, tears were
running down her face and she was shaking her head and writhing, in
addition to kicking her legs.

We were both sweating when we had gotten our allotment of the tawse.

"Thank you, Lynn and Becky," Raven said.  "We will wait five minutes
before proceeding.  Nurse Gloria, please announce when five minutes
are up."

Rachel smiled sweetly through very wet eyes when I licked the tears
from her face.  I kissed her tenderly on her lips and she responded
surprisingly favorably.

The five minute break seemed like an eternity, although I was glad for
the chance to give my strapped bottom a rest.  Nurse Gloria stated
flatly, "Five minutes are up now."

"Becky and Lynn," Raven directed, "Please avail yourselves of a
straight-handled rattan cane and prepare to administer."

I knew that they were ready to cane us when Becky lightly tapped the
whippy cane on my bottom, gauging her position.

"As before, when Nurse Gloria has counted, you are free to provide the
following stroke.  Six strokes. Please begin."

Whip-Whip!

"One!"

Rachel gritted her teeth.

Whip-Whip!

"Two!"

"Mmmmff!" came from Rachel.

"Whip-Whip!

"Three!"

Rachel gasped.  I heard the clip-clop of her platform shoes again as
she kicked her legs with each of the next three strokes, and choked
back any urgent vocal reaction.  My bottom felt ablaze, and I'm sure
Rachel had the same sensation.  The knowledge that we had to undergo a
dozen more strokes meant that there would be still more heat imparted
to our already well-spanked posteriors.

"Very good, ladies," Raven announced.  "Please keep your positions.
In one minute, you will proceed with twelve additional strokes."

I almost no time, Raven directed them to proceed with the set of
twelve.  These strokes appeared to have been delivered with greater
force than the first six, as Rachel exclaimed as each of them came to
dance on her naked bottom.  

Besides kicking her legs and wildly thrusting her pelvis into mine,
she was now wiggling in a rapid up-and-down motion which, due to the
slipperiness caused by our sweating, was erotically stimulating my
erection.  As I approached orgasm, the cane strokes completely ceased
being painful (for me), and in fact added to my pleasurable sensation.
I imagined what Rachel must look like from the rear - her reddened,
striated bottom, her kicking legs, her pelvic thrusting and her
wiggling dancing.  I faintly heard Gloria say "Ten" as I started to
erupt.  I continued to spurt after the twelfth stroke, and I was doing
some writhing and wiggling myself - from my intense and profound
ejaculation.

Raven spoke first.  "Very well done, ladies.  Their punishment is
finished.  Nurse Gloria, you may release them after five minutes,
after which they may shower.  Thank you, all."  Becky, Lynn, and Raven
left the room.

Her face flushed from the caning, Rachel looked at me with a sly smile
and whispered, "You ARE a nasty boy, aren't you?  You came because I
was being whipped.  I will note that in your file."

"Yes ma'am," I whispered in reply, and passionately kissed her.  We
showered together and I went home completely spent.

The following Saturday evening, Crystal had me describe the sessions
in great detail, and she was stimulated by my account of them.  She
gave me a very severe strapping afterward, and we spent much of the
night steeped in each others' affection.



Part 5 - Nuts and Bolts

Crystal observed Carina administering the testicle massage during some
Prostate Response Clinic sessions.  Carina mentioned that she needed
to supervise Crystal in a "hands-on" way, and would prefer not to do
that in an actual session, since the clients should receive services
from fully trained staff.  Carina suggested that she, along with Lynn
and Crystal, get together away from Kimberwillow and she would train
Crystal in this sensitive and demanding procedure.  Naturally, Crystal
needed someone to practice on, and I was invited to the gathering,
which took place one weekday evening at Carina's residence.  Within a
few minutes of our arrival, we were all in Carina's "playroom", which
was similar to a room at Kimberwillow, but larger and with a few
extras.  In addition to an examination table, there was a single bed,
a desk, and several chairs.

"Let's get started," Carina began.  "Clothes off, Rick, and lie back
on the bed there. Oh, and Lynn, please bring my hardwood hairbrush."

"Rick," Carina said, "you'll find the work that Crystal and I will be
doing on your testicles erotically intense, and I'd like you to hold
back from ejaculation as long as possible.  I'll likely have to use
the hairbrush on you from time to time to cool your ardor.  Also, if
you do ejaculate before we're ready, I'll give you a good working over
for that.  Men tell me that a spanking always hurts a lot more when
it's given immediately after an orgasm."

She took the hairbrush from Lynn.  "Now I'm going to give a little
demonstration.  Crystal, you and Rick have probably seen only the
dominant side of Lynn.  I'm going to - rather, she's going to show you
that she can be submissive.  Notice, both of you, Lynn's exemplary
self-discipline as she receives a paddling from me.  This is something
to strive for.  Lynn, please strip from the waist down."

A slight blush filled Lynn's cheeks as she stepped out of her shoes
and removed her shorts and panties.  Carina seated herself on a sturdy
armless chair and placed her knees reasonably close together and her
feet apart to level her lap.

"Over here now, Lynn."

Gracefully, Lynn went across Carina's lap, pointed her toes and placed
the tops of her feet on the floor, and supported her upper body with
her hands touching the floor.

Carina commenced what was to be a thorough over-the-lap paddling,
dispassionately giving hard, fiery swats about two seconds apart.
Each swat alternated between Lynn's right and left side.  The only
sound in the room initially was that of the hardwood making contact
with Lynn's increasingly reddened bottom. As the paddling progressed,
Lynn gritted her teeth and we could hear her breathing become heavier.
As Carina kept administering, Lynn moved her head from side to side
and contorted her face, still not vocalizing.  Carina continued to
impart blazing smacks with the hairbrush.  Finally, Lynn could help
herself no longer, and, try as she might, a brief "Ah!" escaped from
her every time the hairbrush hit.  Carina kept on paddling for another
minute or so.

Lynn heaved a sigh of relief.  Lynn knelt before Carina, grasped her
hairbrush hand and kissed it.

Crystal and I were in awe of Lynn's stunning performance. A testament
to her self-discipline was that she did not wiggle her bottom or kick
her legs at all during the entire paddling.  I could not have been
that restrained then.

Carina caught my eye and exclaimed, "It looks like somebody here got
excited by what he saw!"  My rock-hard boner was sticking straight
out.  

"Oh, my gosh!" Crystal gushed as she looked my way.

"Well, what did you expect!?" I answered.

Carina giggled and said, "We'd better cool down your arousal, or
you'll pop off right away when we begin working on you.  Come over
here and get over my lap."

I knew better than to be uncooperative, so I meekly walked over to
Carina.  She guided me across her lap.  Without any further talk, she
gave me about fifteen swats, delivered with the same energy as she put
into Lynn's spanking.  I wanted to take them as stoically as Lynn did,
but after five swats I could not keep still and wiggled.  The swats
felt amazingly hot.

"Okay, it looks like we took care of your 'problem' for a little while
- lie down on the bed now and we'll get started.  Crystal, pay close
attention."

For the next several minutes, Carina sensuously handled my testicles,
giving an exquisite massage and narrating the important points - where
to use light touch, where and how to apply more pressure, how to give
the scrotum a pulling tug that tends to delay ejaculation.  My boner
was hard and seeping, and Carina took me across her lap and gave me
another hairbrush spanking.  Then she told Crystal to try her hand at
the testicle massage.

Carefully and deliberately, Crystal's cool and slender fingers
touched, rubbed, and prodded, often with suggestions from Carina.  I
squirmed a couple of times when she applied pressure in the wrong
place or too much pressure.  Carina took over for a minute or two when
that happened, demonstrating what exactly to do different.  

When Carina sensed that I was nearing the point of ejaculation, she
gave me the hairbrush again, this time several more swats than
previously.  Crystal practiced and practiced, and when she massaged
for a while without the necessity for Carina's intervention, she got
clearance to bring me to the finish line.  Carina used a small towel
to catch the semen as I spurted.

Before we left that evening Carina instructed Crystal to practice the
testicle massage on me. She was to do this on at least ten different
occasions, bringing me close to ejaculation, but not over the line,
several times at each occasion.  She would then be ready to perform
that maneuver at Kimberwillow.

Over the next week and a half, Crystal performed this exquisite
procedure on me several times, gladly using Carina's technique of
applying discipline when she thought I was too close to ejaculating
before she was ready.  She used the strap then, having me turn over on
the bed while she leathered my bottom long and hard.

Part 6 - Open House

Crystal mentioned when we next got together that Lynn had booked the
entire clinic for a four-hour staff meeting the previous afternoon.
The instructions were for everyone of the staff to use the first hour
to receive two 2-quart enemas and then the group meting began at 2:30.

"The meeting was in one of the larger clinic rooms," Crystal began.
"The air was thick with anticipation because Lynn didn't say what the
meeting was going to be about.  Carina was not there, and I was the
receptionist that day.  Anyway, Lynn said that we are adding new types
of sessions and scripts and that she needed to train us to use a
strap-on.  Can you believe that a couple of them didn't know what a
strap-on was?  So Lynn takes out this harness with a flexible strap-on
dildo and says that we need to learn how to use it properly.

"Anyway, Lynn showed how to put it on and all, and said that everyone
here would get some practice with a strap-on, both giving and
receiving.  She told the group that she would first demonstrate on me
- I about died from embarrassment when she said that - and that
everyone would then do me.  Then one of them would get it from
everyone, and so on.  Lynn was bare from the waist down as she showed
how to put it on.  Then she distributed a strap-on to everyone else
and had them put it on.  She had me take all my clothes off and bend
over across the examination table; I was still standing up but bent
over.

"Then she said how they need to put some lubricant inside the
recipient - and demonstrated - she put on a latex glove and packed
some lube in there.  I heard her say that the dildo needs to be
frequently lubricated too, and she smeared some on the dildo.  Then
she told everyone to gather around close while she showed them how to
use it.

"She parted my bottom with both hands and then put the tip of the
dildo on my, you know, hole back there.  She told them not to ram it
in, but to go slow, and go in a little bit at a time, pumping it back
and forth.  After a minute she pulled out and put more lube on it and
said now you can go in a little faster and deeper.  She fucked me with
that strap-on - in the ass - and I was actually a little excited from
it.  I don't know about a guy, but a woman has a lot of nerve endings
back there, and if it doesn't hurt, it can feel heavenly.  After a
couple minutes of fucking me she pulled out and put more lube on it
and went back in!  I started to think this would be nice for her and
me to use on each other sometime.

"Then she stopped and pulled out and told Rachel to do me, but that
she'd have to use the strap-on that was just used on me.  So Rachel
puts on a glove, and does the lubricant thing, and fucks me with the
strap-on.  Lynn was right there to supervise if they would go too
deep, too fast, or to encourage them if they were too timid. Gloria
was there, although she didn't need to be, since some of us knew that
she knew a lot about how to use them.  Anyway, she was the last in
line to do me, and God, she knew how to use it. She could play me like
a fine violin.  Right at the end of when she did me, she rubbed her
thumb on my clit and I just exploded with an orgasm, in front of
everybody there.  Rachel was next on the receiving end, and I got to
do her - and everyone else, eventually.  You know, it's kind of fun -
I think I'd like to do that to you - very soon.

"Anyway, everyone got a chance to do everyone there, including Lynn
and Gloria.  Gloria was the last one to be on the receiving end, and
by the time the meeting was over, everyone was excited about using
it."

About a week hence, Crystal signed me up for the new "Open House"
session, which was described as a strap-on lover's delight with some
added spice of discipline.

Raven gave me two sudsy enemas and one rinsing enema, then bound me to
the punishment bench.  She cinched a binding strap around my waist and
bound my hands in front of me.  Then she placed a paddle, a leather
strap, lubricant, a box of latex gloves, and a strap-on harness and
probe on a cart.  She wheeled the cart around in back of me, and
mentioned that over the next hour and a half, any of the staff who
wanted to, would come in, spank me, and use a strap-on.  The spanking
was limited to ten strokes from any one person, but they could fuck me
as much as they wanted.  She also mentioned that most of the staff was
eager to participate in that kind of session.

The black-haired nurse then gave me ten hot swats with the paddle,
donned the strap-on harness, and went to work on me in pretty much the
way that Crystal had described Lynn's instructions.  There were times
when Raven did seem to get enthusiastic about fucking me.

Becky and Rachel came in together as Raven was preparing to leave.
Rachel asked if she could go first, used the paddle on me (she sure is
hard with the paddle) and did me thoroughly with the strap-on.  Becky
whipped me with the strap, then powerfully fucked me.  Lynn came in
and leathered my bottom, then very thoroughly fucked me for an
extended period of time.  I could tell that she was experienced with
the strap-on.  Leah, a nurse I had not met before, gave energetic
paddle strokes, and was somewhat mild with the strap-on.

Anarosa, having been partial to the strap in my other sessions with
her, expertly used it and got some vocal exclamations from me, after
which she gave me a spirited fucking, which also evoked some oohs and
aahs.  Crystal made an appearance, strapped me and then pumped me,
tenderly at first, then with considerable energy as she progressed.
She commented several times that she really enjoyed using the
strap-on.

Each time a different staff member came in to have her way with me, I
heard the snapping sound of her putting on a latex glove.  That sound
eventually became an erotically arousing sound, as I came to associate
it with forthcoming anal intrusion by a female.

Gloria was the last one to work me in that session.  She made me shout
with each paddle stroke, then, while wearing her own strap-on, gave me
the most thorough fucking I had that day.  When she was ready to end
it, she switched on the vibrating and squirming action and I
ejaculated profusely.

I showered and went home with a very sore bottom from the session.

Part 7 - Going Deeper: The Crystal Sessions

Over the next few weeks Crystal had spent most of her time at work as
a receptionist, and had assisted Carina with several new screening
sessions.  She had some time to work on new scripts and sessions for
Kimberwillow, and I think she became somewhat frustrated from not
participating more in actual sessions.  A consequence of that
frustration was that she wanted to administer more discipline to me
and have more role-playing sessions at home.

Crystal wanted to spend a week with me, coming home to my house
instead of going to her place after work.  She said that when
role-playing she'd be wearing her uniform and that she wanted me to
address her only as "Ma'am" or "Nurse Crystal".  Despite the certainty
of an extremely sore bottom from her attentions, I knew that the time
would produce some exciting episodes.

She was also fascinated by Gloria's custom strap-on device and
persuaded her to have one constructed for her.

The week of Crystal sessions began on Sunday afternoon.  She arrived
with two large pieces of luggage with enough of her belongings for the
forthcoming week - including some additional "equipment" for our
sessions.

Crystal put some of her things away and changed into her nurse's
uniform.  She was barelegged, and wore black platform sandals.  Then
she seated herself on the sofa and casually crossed her legs.

"Rick, I'm going to start by giving you an enema. I'm going to give
you an enema every day for a week, because I'm going to use a strap-on
like Gloria has - every day.  When I give you discipline, I want you
to work on taking it well.  Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, what?!" she demanded.

"Oh, that's right! I forgot!  Yes ma'am."

"Well," she said, "I'm going to have to help you remember.  Pants down
past your bare butt, and lay on the bed!"

She stepped out of her sandals, fetched a two-tailed leather tawse,
and asked me questions as she enthusiastically strapped me.  "You
won't forget, now will you?!"

"Ow!  Oh, no ma'am!"

More strapping.

"Are you sure now?"

"OH! Yes ma'am!"

She went on like that for a while.  I tried my best not to wiggle or
kick, but I couldn't help squirming toward the end.

"You've got some nice strap marks on your ass," she commented.   "I'll
be able to admire them when I'm doing you. Now it's time for your
enema! Get undressed while I fix it."

I had never received an enema from Crystal before, and she was
efficient and at the same time stern, providing sincere encouragement
when I needed it.  I was on the floor when she gave it to me, on my
hands and knees except that my forehead was touching the floor.  She
gave me a second enema, which went in easier.

After a shower she had me arrange some pillows on the bed and lie face
down so that I was accessible to her.  She undressed and put on the
custom strap-on device, complete with the extension that fit inside
her.

And then she fucked me.  And fucked me.  And fucked me.  She did not
climax while pumping me that day, but heaven knows she tried.  When
she was too weary to go on, I serviced her pussy with my mouth and
brought her off a couple of times.  Then we had sweet intercourse and
napped for a while.

"Oh God, what a frustrating day!" Crystal exclaimed as she walked into
the house after work on Monday.  "Lynn was in a bitchy mood, and the
drivers out there are crazy!  I hope to hell that my mood improves
now."

No doubt it will, Crystal, I thought to myself.  Especially when you
ass-whip me.

"Let's take care of things before dinner, okay?" she suggested, giving
me the most innocent wide-eyed look that she could muster.  
"Okay, my love," I said as I kissed her.  "What do you want me to do?"

"Bring me the Spencer paddle.  This is going to be fun!"

I held onto the other end of the desk as tightly as I could, bent
over, totally naked.  The paddle swats transmitted an urgent heat to
the nerve endings on my buttocks.  I pretty much kept my bottom
motionless while she swatted, although I kicked my legs a few times
and my upper body writhed.  Then I was on the floor for one sudsy
enema.  I cleaned up, and Crystal enthusiastically pumped me with the
strap-on device, after which we engaged in a sexual romp.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday followed a similar pattern, and I
noticed that Crystal was becoming more dominant - or becoming more
comfortable in being dominant - as the week progressed.  The
tenderness she expressed at other times, along with the exquisite
sensual pleasures that she provided, made the daily enemas, fuckings,
and whippings well worth it to me.  

By Friday, I was a little weary of being ass-fucked with the strap-on.
I submitted to an enthusiastic serving of the leather strap, and I
willingly took another soapsuds enema from her.  After I showered, she
was wearing the strap-on, as usual, and had set up the pillows on the
bed over which I was to position myself face-down.

"Crystal, my ass is getting sore from all the fucking, and I -"

"DEMERIT!  What are you supposed to call me?"

"Okay, Nurse Crystal, please -"

"Get... on... that... bed!" she interrupted and sternly pointed toward
the pillows which were covered with a large towel.

She lubed up my back entrance and inserted the strap-on as I groaned.
She put as much of her body in contact with mine as she could while
she pumped, and after a while I had to admit it felt heavenly.  The
soreness went away and she fucked ever more enthusiastically, which
led to a climax for her.  I tasted her sweet pussy and then had my way
with her.

We spent much of the day together on Saturday.  In midafternoon she
went into the other room for a while and emerged a few minutes later
dressed in her nurse's uniform and carrying a rattan school cane.
Summoning me with her index finger, she had me follow her into the
bedroom.

"Take all your clothes off, my love - it's enema time."

She prepared a warm soapy two-quart solution and injected it while I
was in my usual "enema position" at her feet.  I emerged from the
shower and walked into the bedroom to see her smiling and holding the
rattan cane.

"I saved the best for last, darling," she said.  "This is the seventh
straight day of our role-playing escapade.  Over the pillows, my
love."

When I was in the submissive position in which she liked to fuck me,
she gave me about 15 briskly-paced strokes of the cane.  I managed to
keep my bottom and legs still through all but the last few strokes.
After a pause of a couple of minutes she resumes caning me and
delivered ten more strokes, all horizontally placed as she had done
with the previous set.

"You have a demerit to work off from yesterday, my dear," she
announced.  "I think another ten with the cane should do it, don't
you?"

My bottom was livid with pain, but I knew that I was going to get what
she decided to give me, so I didn't resist.

"Yes Nurse Crystal," I panted, and waited for the inevitable.  The ten
that she gave me were fast and hard, and were given diagonally so that
they crossed the other strokes that I had received.  I kicked, wiggled
and shouted from the first.

She shed her panties and, still standing, asked me to use my mouth on
her pussy.  I knelt in front of her and tenderly went to work on her,
reaching around and cradling her posterior cheeks in my hands.  She
was almost dripping with her own cream, and I knew that the caning had
gotten her extremely aroused.  She climaxed within two minutes, and
then told me to get back on the bed for the strap-on.

She fucked me slowly but thoroughly, sometimes pausing for a minute or
so to let herself lie on top of me.  After what seemed a long time,
she withdrew and took off the harness.

I was hot for her and had her lie on the pillows face down, and
entered her pussy.  I stayed inside her for a lengthy session of
intercourse, probably close to an hour, slowing down and pausing
frequently to postpone ejaculation.  Still inside her, we maneuvered
so that we were facing each other, and after a few more minutes I
finished off.
Part 8 - The Schoolhouse Session

When Crystal told me of a new addition to the menu I signed up for a
Schoolhouse session at Kimberwillow.  The scant description was "A
session for unruly students who need discipline at the hands of
no-nonsense teachers and the principal."

"Leah will be here in a moment," Carina said when I arrived for the
appointment.

A few minutes later a woman I had not seen before came to the
reception area to get me.  She had medium length straight brown hair
and looked to be in her early thirties.  She wore nondescript street
clothes, was of medium height with a slight build.  And, she had a
doubled-up belt in her right hand.

Without saying a word, Leah beckoned me to follow her.  Her hips
swayed sensuously as she walked ahead of me.  I followed her into a
room which was furnished as an office - a desk, several chairs, and a
small sofa, among other usual fixtures.  

Raven was in the office too, and she was not wearing her uniform -
instead, she wore an off-white blouse and a light blue frilly skirt.
Her eyes were downcast.

"Rick, strip down to your briefs, right now," Leah ordered.  "Raven,
I'll punish you first.  I've got to get through to you that you are
not to copy other students' answers.  I want you to step out of your
panties and bend over across the desk."

Raven shed her panties as I was undressing.  Cautiously she approached
the desk and leaned over.  Leah lifted Raven's skirt to expose her
bare bottom and tucked it under her torso.  "Extend your arms straight
ahead, Raven - You might want to hold on to the edge of the desk.  I
expect you to stay in position.  Now stick out your bottom and keep it
there - you'll get extra if you don't keep yourself presented."

Raven, with her legs and feet pigeon-toed, arched her back and pushed
her bottom out in a sensuous asking-for-it pose.  Satisfied, Leah took
her position as discipline administrator, brought her arm far back,
and whipped a powerful stroke of the leather onto Raven's anticipating
buttocks, swiveling her hips in perfect follow-through.

Raven cried out with an immediate shout.  "Ahhhh!"

Leah continued her apparently well-practiced delivery of the
doubled-up belt. I watched in awe as the belt etched Raven's ass with
inch-wide red tracks.  Although Raven always kept her bottom where she
was supposed to, her shouts filled the room, and she began pounding on
the desk with her hands and stamping her feet in a futile attempt to
deal with the pain.  She must have gotten about fifty strokes before
the strapping was finished.

Leah told Raven to go sit down, and then turned toward me.  "Well,
Rick, it looks to me like watching Raven get strapped excited you,"
looking at the flagpole that struggled to get out of my briefs.  "I
think I'd better have Principal Becky deal with you before I give you
your strapping.  Take off those briefs - now!"

When I was naked in front of the two women in the room, Leah picked up
the phone and pressed a few keys.  "Miss Becky, this is Leah.  We have
a problem student in the administrative office.  Yes, I punished Raven
and was about to give Rick a strapping when I noticed that he was
very... excited from watching Raven get hers.  I wanted to tell you in
case you'd like to deal with him before his strapping.  Yes.  Very
well, thank you."

My boner was still very much in evidence when Becky entered the office
carrying a Spencer paddle.

"Yes, there IS a problem," she said.  "I think I can take care of that
one.  Bend over the desk, Rick.  Reach across and hold on the other
end, and DON'T LET GO or you'll sorely regret it! Okay, now stick your
bottom out.  Yes, like that.  I want you to keep it there until I tell
you otherwise.  Raven, since he watched you, you may watch from
anywhere you'd like to in this office."

"I'm going to enjoy this!" Raven stated in a pouting tone.  She placed
a chair well in front of me and seated herself.  She was then able to
see my face and I could see her while she watched.  She smiled and
slid her skirt considerably above her knees and pointed her toes
inward.

Becky slammed the paddle so that it caught both sides of my buttocks.

"Owww!"

As she continued to slam the paddle into me, the buildup of heat and
pain on my backside approached unbearable proportions.

"Owww! Oh God, Miss!  Oh God, please.  Oh Miss!  OWWW," I lamented as
Becky continued to sear my bottom with the paddle.  It took all of my
resolve to keep my bottom out there for the paddle.  As Raven had done
earlier, I wildly kicked my legs and stamped my feet.  Through my
ordeal I saw Raven, obviously excited, press her thighs together and
wiggle her legs.

Just at the point when I was sure I would not be able to stay in
position, Becky stopped paddling.  "You may stand up, but keep your
hands away from your bottom," she announced. Turning to Leah, she
said, "Yes, I think I took care of the problem.  Please deal with him
as you see fit," and left the room.

Leah paced around the office a couple of times to give me a chance to
recover from the paddling that Becky just gave me.  "You're still
going to be well punished for your part in little Miss Raven's
cheating escapade," she began.  "I've got to convince you that the
sweet smile of a girl can get you in deep trouble sometimes.  And just
because Miss Becky had to paddle you does NOT mean that you'll get any
less of the strap.  Now get back over that desk and hold on tight...
Get your butt out there and KEEP it there, or else this will be a VERY
long session!"

Raven gave me a salacious smile as I took my position bent over the
desk.  She ran her hands up and down her bare pigeon-toed legs,
something she would frequently continue to do as Leah applied the
strap, and something that was extremely arousing to me.

Leah began my strapping after a moment.  She typically applied about
fifteen to twenty strokes, paused for a couple of minutes, and applied
another set.  The sound of her doubled-up belt filled the room every
time she snapped it against my bare skin. Then my shout filled the
room.  Invariably.  After a couple of sets of strokes I performed the
"dance of the strap" and frequently kicked my legs as Leah continued
her strong wielding of the belt.

After many sets of strokes, Leah stopped and put her belt down.  

"Rick, no touching of your bottom now.  You may go sit down on the
sofa.  I'm going to leave both of you here for thirty minutes of
unsupervised detention.  I trust that after your punishments today,
you both will be more attentive to the rules at this school.  Both of
you will stay as you are until I return and tell you to get dressed."

Then she left and locked the door.

There was complete silence for a couple of minutes.  Then Raven came
and sat next to me, spread her legs, and hiked up her skirt to expose
her beautiful pubic area.  Her labia were glistening with her juices
of arousal.  I immediately got a hard erection.

"God, I got so hot watching you get paddled and strapped," she panted.
"It was all I could do not to jill off then - she'd have really
strapped my ass good if I did that! Mmmmmm..."

Raven inserted two fingers in her now sloppily wet pussy, withdrew
them and smeared the juice all over my hard boner.  She did that
several more times until my erection was glistening and well
lubricated.

"Here, turn this way," she said, and I faced her.  "Now rub my clit,"
she said, and grasped my boner with her hand and slowly pumped it.
"Look, it's not going to take long at all to make me cum. Watch my
pussy when I do..."

I rubbed my finger around her clitoris and labia.  She wasn't kidding
about being hot.  She moaned and her breathing became rapid.  Her
smooth, soft hand kept pumping me, and her mouth was open as she
panted.

"Okay Rick, watch my pussy!" she hoarsely whispered.  As she exclaimed
with "Ahhhhh!" sounds I watched the opening to her womanhood
spasmodically open and contract several times, and then a sticky,
milky substance oozed out with each contraction.  I had never seen
anything like that before and the sight was so erotic that I
immediately ejaculated.  Raven shakily pointed my spurting member
toward her leg, and several hot jets of my semen splattered on her
inner thigh.

When the throes of orgasm subsided for both of us, Raven got a stern
expression on her face and pointed to the splotches of semen on her
leg, which had dripped down to her skirt.  "I'm going to make a note
of this in your file, Rick.  I understand that Nurse Rachel is
particularly interested in correcting this kind of situation."

She smiled, and moved to the chair on the other side of the desk.  A
minute later, Leah came in, looked around, and told us to get dressed.

Crystal told me that she and Lynn had fun designing the Schoolhouse
session, and that in some cases the teacher, played in my session by
Leah, would have used freshly cut switches.  A good switching on top
of a fresh paddling would have been very intense.  I'm sure I would
not have been able to keep in position for a switching.  I also have a
feeling that in an upcoming session my limits will be tested with
switches.

I mentioned that I was curious about the fact that some of the staff
sign up for receiving discipline, as was the case with the Schoolhouse
session. 

"Sometimes they sign up on their own accord, and usually for personal
reasons," Crystal explained.  "Some of them actually like to get as
well as give spankings.  When there's a reluctance to sign up, certain
incentives are offered, and then there is no shortage of signups."
She wouldn't say what the incentives were.

Crystal told me a few days later that Carina increased her pay in
recognition of her role in the new sessions, and also wanted to take
her out for a nice dinner on Friday evening.

"I'm really looking forward to it," she said with excited eyes.  "I
wonder if she has anything particular in mind to talk about?"

(Continued in Volume 3)


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